Chaos.
It was what kept the citizens of Denon up at night. The uncertainty of it all plagued their minds as the world around them fell apart. Invasion, destruction, hunger and poverty tore the once prosperous world into pieces. War had raged across the planet and although the first battles had faded away, the atmosphere hung thick with despair as there seemed to be no end in sight to the struggles that gripped Denon. Those that still held power and wealth would do their best to hold it. Those that could flee did so. Those that could do neither would suffer. The galaxy would look to this world with pity as yet another planet fell to the never ending power struggle. However, there would be those that would see this chaos in another light. They would see opportunities. A chance to build and gain influence. The very moment to make their moves amongst the shadows.
Kist had made it through security without any issues, not that there was much, but it was still a relief. To those that looked he would appear as just another concerned citizen of the galaxy that had rushed to the aid of Denon. His ship had come with crates full of much needed goods. Food, water, medical supplies, the essentials that the people so desperately needed. Just a front though. Stashed within the hidden compartments of his ship was a modest shipment of spice. Nothing that would make him a major player, but it was his first big move in establishing himself. Kist hadn't all the credits to buy the drugs outright, so he had struck a deal with the Pykes that relied on him being able to sell off the batch without any mistakes. Everything was riding on this. To fail meant he would not be able to pay the Pykes back and anyone with a brain knew what that meant. However, if he could pull it off it would lead to loaded pockets, but more importantly it just might gain him entry into the Syndicate. One step closer to gaining the power he so desperately craved.
Kist waited around the makeshift stall he had set up near one of the homeless camps, biding his time by passing out supplies to those that lined up for them. The scene was dismal to say the least. Around him were signs of the battle that once raged. Burnt out buildings, rubble that had been cleared into piles along the street, dirty and hungry people lingering around with no hope to be had. He could see it in their eyes, the desperation. Unfortunately for them Kist had just what they needed. No, not just the food or water he provided, but the tiny baggies full of brown powder. Just a little snort and all their problems would simply drift away. Everything was in motion, but there was no way that Kist would be able to do this on his own. So, he waited. Soon enough his partners would arrive and this could all begin in earnest.
@Lucien @James Steel
It was what kept the citizens of Denon up at night. The uncertainty of it all plagued their minds as the world around them fell apart. Invasion, destruction, hunger and poverty tore the once prosperous world into pieces. War had raged across the planet and although the first battles had faded away, the atmosphere hung thick with despair as there seemed to be no end in sight to the struggles that gripped Denon. Those that still held power and wealth would do their best to hold it. Those that could flee did so. Those that could do neither would suffer. The galaxy would look to this world with pity as yet another planet fell to the never ending power struggle. However, there would be those that would see this chaos in another light. They would see opportunities. A chance to build and gain influence. The very moment to make their moves amongst the shadows.
Kist had made it through security without any issues, not that there was much, but it was still a relief. To those that looked he would appear as just another concerned citizen of the galaxy that had rushed to the aid of Denon. His ship had come with crates full of much needed goods. Food, water, medical supplies, the essentials that the people so desperately needed. Just a front though. Stashed within the hidden compartments of his ship was a modest shipment of spice. Nothing that would make him a major player, but it was his first big move in establishing himself. Kist hadn't all the credits to buy the drugs outright, so he had struck a deal with the Pykes that relied on him being able to sell off the batch without any mistakes. Everything was riding on this. To fail meant he would not be able to pay the Pykes back and anyone with a brain knew what that meant. However, if he could pull it off it would lead to loaded pockets, but more importantly it just might gain him entry into the Syndicate. One step closer to gaining the power he so desperately craved.
Kist waited around the makeshift stall he had set up near one of the homeless camps, biding his time by passing out supplies to those that lined up for them. The scene was dismal to say the least. Around him were signs of the battle that once raged. Burnt out buildings, rubble that had been cleared into piles along the street, dirty and hungry people lingering around with no hope to be had. He could see it in their eyes, the desperation. Unfortunately for them Kist had just what they needed. No, not just the food or water he provided, but the tiny baggies full of brown powder. Just a little snort and all their problems would simply drift away. Everything was in motion, but there was no way that Kist would be able to do this on his own. So, he waited. Soon enough his partners would arrive and this could all begin in earnest.
@Lucien @James Steel